Fingerlips: a love note

1.

 

My fingers are my lips

as they curl over these keys

trembling with the desire to make contact,

to speak, to even cast a smile

towards you,

who take the time to glance 

or even linger longer

here with me.

But if no words come to me,

well,

you see nothing.

You think I am other wise occupied

perhaps working

perhaps talking

perhaps flirting 

with some living, breathing creature

Don't believe that.

You

are my current lover--

you who listen;

you who read.

Anywone who comes here

and tries to puzzle

together the parts

I perform here for you:

I am devoted to you.

2.

This space, this tiny sliver

of the virtual domain

is always on my mind,

and I regularly sort through

my thoughts, seeking

the one

worthy of being spoken 

here,

for you.

It is as if my mindwere its own virtual domain.

The strand that this

Makropoulos

occupies is glimmering and timeless.

The rest of my mind these days is so cluttered

with timebound tasks

that insist they must be done

NOW

And then a day or two later,

I look back at those tasks

that demanded such immediate attention,

and - if I can remember what they were -

I ask myself:

Was that really such an insistent task?

Was it even necessary?

Usually, the answer is no.

The most necessary thing we

have to do

is live fully and love each other,

and treat as holy

the bodies - those earthly avatars -

that we have chosen to use

while in this domain that demands

that we be flesh.

Only THAT

must be our most insistent task.